Ok, I got Something..

The other day the smaller boy and I were walking to pick up the bigger boy from school. As we walked, Dangerboy used his fingers to make a pretty good replica of a pistol and shot at passing cars.

"Shoot.Cars " he kept telling me joyfully.

He worries me.

Anyway, it reminded me of a shot I took a few weeks ago at his brother's golf lesson ( we no longer do Auskick, much to the brutish younger child's dismay )

which I simply call "Grouse Shooting"
( but I think he was pointing out a plane overhead )




Note: we have no access to rifles, pistols, or any other firearm. We do not know people that shoot for sport or pleasure. But we don't know anyone who smokes either, and I distinctly remember, at the same age, often coming across the older boy, kicking back on the couch, smoking a pen, and I mean, like a pro.

Surreal.